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THE MAGIC OF OUTDOORS

he moved slow, with a limp
his cane grinding
in the dirt, grating on the pavement

his hat always prompt on his head
as he headed into the cold dark wind

then it swirled
the magic
a trick up his sleeve
pulled out some cards
laid them down
they were aces

a smile seasoned through the clouds
of old age and doubt

he tipped his hat at some pretty lady
and then twirled his hat on one finger
as his feet forgot to nap

the crowd looked down
as his toes began tapping
within his shiny shoes

he swayed side to side
as a song played in his head
and blasted out from the recoiled headphones
of a stunned teenager

an old timey ritz
his cane became his instructional instrument
poised between his hands

this song and dance man
charmed the lackadaisical crowd
mesmerized...surprised
held captive in pied piper effect

a light rain drizzled
his effervescent energy drizzled
his cane poked the puddles
as he headed home

his wife exclaimed
as he limped through the door
a smile on lips
and a radiant face,
“Oh my those walks sure do you good”

“Join me one day, my dear! We should make a great team”

9/30/2017

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